149.

Xerox days,
One like the other,
It's like every day
You make copies paid in time.
Every day
Sometimes seems like a waste,
Write depressing stuff,
Think just empty thoughts.
Different ways
Seem to lead to the same place
You try to escape,
Neverending fails.

Xerox days,
One like the other,
It's like every day
You make copies paid in time.